kingnovel Chapter 1093 Divine Pressure, Tortoise Shell Cracks City Gate
Chapter 1093 Divine Pressure, Tortoise Shell Cracks City Gate
The burning sensation, like a branding iron, instantly spread throughout Lin Qiye's body along his palm.
This is an alarm, and also a... resonance.
Meanwhile, outside Wucheng, above the endless sea of mist.
Two towering divine figures looked down at the giant king tortoise sleeping like an island below.
One of them, wearing winged golden boots and with a graceful figure, was Hermes, the messenger of the Olympians.
He yawned listlessly and said to his burly, muscular companion beside him:
“Hephaestus, I say, this old turtle’s shell is harder than I thought.”
“Gilgamesh, even raising a pet is such a hassle.”
He was known as Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen of Olympus.
His face was rugged, his eyes burned with molten lava, and his voice was like two pieces of metal rubbing together.
"Every solid creation has its weaknesses."
"The outer shell is nothing more than a prettier prison."
Before he could finish speaking, Hephaestus suddenly raised his right arm!
Above the sky, a phantom furnace constructed of divine fire suddenly appeared.
Endless flames erupted from it, turning the entire sky into an apocalyptic orange-red.
The flames did not fall directly, but instead condensed in the air into a burning giant hammer phantom, aimed at the back of the King Turtle.
"Do it!"
Hermes gave a soft shout, and the golden boots beneath his feet shone brightly.
Countless chains woven from divine light shot out from beneath his feet.
Like a net that stretches across the sky, it instantly bound the enormous king tortoise tightly.
"Roar--!!!"
The sleeping tortoise was awakened by excruciating pain and let out a mournful cry that shook the heavens and the earth.
It struggled fiercely, creating towering waves, but the chains of divine light tightened more and more, digging deep into its flesh.
Below, more than twenty agents, led by Agent No. 22, were suspended in mid-air.
Feeling the earth-shattering divine power, everyone turned pale and even breathing became difficult.
"Is this... the power of the Supreme God?" A young agent trembled, his eyes filled with despair and awe.
Number 22 clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the pounding in his heart, and roared, "Everyone, stay alert! This is our chance!"
Just then, Hephaestus's fiery hammer crashed down!
"boom--!!!!"
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only a muffled, extremely loud bang.
The indestructible shell on the back of the King Tortoise, forged by the Fiery Hammer and bound by the Chains of Divine Light,
With a teeth-grinding "crack," a huge crack suddenly appeared!
A cold and authoritative voice resounded in the minds of all the agents:
"The door is open."
"Go in, find the King's Treasury, and retrieve what belongs to us."
"Yes!"
Number 22 was the first to respond, transforming into a streak of light and rushing towards the spatial rift without hesitation.
The other agents followed closely behind, like a swarm of locusts, rushing in one after another.
The next second, all the agents were stunned.
Behind the cracks was not the magnificent treasure trove they had imagined.
Instead, it is an ancient city standing under a dim, yellow sky.
"What's going on? A whole city?"
"Where's the treasure vault? Did that old man hide it in the city?"
A ruthless glint flashed in Number 22's eyes; he didn't hesitate for a moment.
He immediately gave the order: "Objective unchanged! Turn this city upside down! Anyone who dares to resist... kill them without mercy!"
More than twenty figures descended from the sky, like hunting eagles, and instantly rushed into the streets of Wucheng.
An agent grinned maliciously and grabbed a resident who was running down the street: "Old man, tell me, where is the treasure vault!"
The resident was terrified, and an elderly woman with gray hair standing nearby saw this.
He grabbed a worn-out palm-leaf fan from the corner of the wall and fanned the agent vigorously.
"Go away!"
"A mere janitor dares to do that..." The agent's face was full of disdain.
But before he could finish speaking, an invisible hurricane appeared out of nowhere, like a transparent wall, and slammed into him.
The agent screamed and flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a stone house and falling silent on the spot.
"what?!"
All the intruders witnessed this scene, their faces filled with shock.
On the other side, an agent kicked open the door of a blacksmith's shop and was met with the blacksmith's bloodshot eyes.
"You're asking for death!" The agent conjured an energy spear in his hand and thrust it toward the blacksmith's heart.
The blacksmith roared, and instead of dodging, he swung the iron hammer he was forging and smashed it down at the spear.
"Clang!!"
A bolt of golden lightning suddenly erupted from the iron hammer, instantly shattering the energy spear.
Its remaining force was undiminished, and it struck the agent directly.
"Fuck-"
With a soft thud, the agent didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a handful of charred remains, drifting away in the wind.
Panic spread among the agents like a plague.
"Something's not right! Something's not right with these civilians!"
"Their tools are faulty! That fan and hammer... are they magical artifacts?!"
"What a joke! A bunch of country bumpkins, how could each of them have a magical artifact!"
After a brief period of chaos, Number 22 roared, "All of you, calm down!"
"So what if they have a few broken artifacts? They're just mortals! Kill them, and the artifacts will be ours!"
Blinded by greed, the agents launched another attack.
This time, they held back, unleashing a barrage of divine arts and supernatural abilities upon the residents of Wucheng.
However, they were met with an even fiercer counterattack!
A woman watering flowers splashed water from a clay pot, and the droplets transformed into deadly ice arrows that pierced the enemy's throat.
A child cried out as he fired a slingshot, the pebble turning into a burning meteorite in mid-air, smashing an agent into a bloody pulp.
In an instant, thunder, howling wind, raging fire, freezing ice... all sorts of forces that should not belong to mortals raged on the streets of Wucheng.
The invading agents fell like wheat being harvested, suffering heavy casualties.
They finally realized that they had not stumbled into an unarmed treasure trove, but a heavily armed... war fortress!
"waste!"
Seeing that their subordinates had suffered heavy losses, several higher-ranking agents with significantly stronger auras finally made their move.
One of them clasped his hands together, and countless shadowy tentacles emerged from the ground.
In an instant, they tied up more than a dozen residents who didn't have time to dodge and hung them in mid-air.
"Stop it, all of you!" the high-ranking agent shouted sternly.
"Otherwise, they will die!"
The residents of Wucheng, who were struggling to resist, paused, their faces showing fear and hesitation.
"Speak! What is the secret of this city! Where is the treasure vault?"
The high-ranking agent grinned maliciously, and with a slight tightening of his grip, a child's neck was immediately marked with blood by the shadow, emitting a painful whimper.
Cries and screams filled the streets, flames soared into the sky, and Wucheng, which had just been in the lead, was instantly turned into a living hell.
A sense of oppressive despair spread through the hearts of all the residents.
Just then, an old and calm voice resounded throughout the city.
“Outsiders, you have... crossed the line.”
Everyone looked up and saw that the city lord of Wucheng was already standing on the tallest stone tower.
He was still wearing that linen robe, and leaning on that unremarkable black, withered wooden cane.
When Number 22 saw him, a sinister sneer appeared on his face: "An old man who's about to die? What, you want to reason with us?"
The city lord ignored him, simply raising his cane slowly, his cloudy eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever.
He gently tapped his cane against the stone tower at his feet.
"Boom."
The sound was very soft, like the sound of a piece of wood striking a stone.
But the next moment, a visible golden ripple suddenly spread out from the point where the cane landed!
The ripples moved slowly, yet they carried an irresistible force of law, gently caressing the entire city.
It brushed over the first resident bound by the shadow, and the shadow's tentacles vanished silently.
It brushed past the arrogant high-ranking agent, whose sneer froze instantly, and his eyes flashed with extreme terror.
The divine power within him, his connection with the gods, everything he depended on for survival—all of it was erased in that instant.
The golden ripples continued to spread, sweeping across every street, every corner, and every intruder.
Whether it's Number 22 or the other agents currently engaged in battle,
The moment the ripples touched them, their bodies froze in place like puppets whose electricity had been cut off.
The expressions on their faces were still frozen in the ferocity, greed, or terror of the previous second, but their eyes were now filled with a deathly blankness.
All their strength was wiped out at this moment.
The entire city of Wucheng instantly fell into an eerie silence.
There was only the sound of the wind and the crackling of the flames.
Inside the tavern, Lin Qiye slowly opened his eyes.
The deep blue crystal ball on the table had returned to its cold state.
He could "see" everything that happened in the city clearly.
"Can you feel it?" he asked Wu Hen outside the city via mental link.
Wu Hen's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity: "I felt it."
"A city-wide instantaneous psionic nullification field... no, not suppression, not interference, it's 'erasure'."
“It wiped out the power of those agents directly from the root.”
Lin Qiye raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the roof of the tavern.
Looking up at the unhealed crack in the sky, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"They're coming in."
He paused, his voice becoming low and playful.
"But that old man's power doesn't smell like his own."